- by Mmmelinda
Yikes, it’s really interesting—in the Chinese curse sense—out in the world these days. It seems like no one knows where to safely invest their time and money. I know this because I’ve been lured back to having my morning cup of double bergamot Earl Gray tea while I toggle between Bloomberg TV and CNBC’s Squawk Box. After that scary wakeup, when I hit the Web for more information and different perspectives, I read instead that, like the stock market, many people’s personal and economic outlooks seem to be sinking deep into bear territory. I personally can’t stand any more of this bottom finding, dead cat bouncing, profit taking, bailout of our freakin’ minds stuff. For my own peace of mind and creative health, I must escape this gloomy bear den.
Medical intuitive Carolyn Myss said recently on HayHouseRadio.com that in these dark economic times the best investment is in yourself. That’s the can’t lose investment for me! The first action on my new self-investing program isI’m not going to start my day with a cold cup of financial world news. Instead, I’ll invest my attention and time in things and ideas that inspire me, like . . . my rescue Airedale Terrier, Emma. She just strolled into my office, lying that she didn’t gobble all the used Kleenex out of the bathroom trash. She’s chewing it, for God’s sake. After I pry open her mouth and reach past those huge teeth deep to the back of her throat for the sodden wad, she doesn’t complain but throws a disgusted dry hack back at me as she heads downstairs. When Emma moved into our home five years ago, she was under the impression she was a Pug, having been fostered with a pack of those short snufflers for a couple of years. Odder yet, she was strangely well mannered and almost Zen serene. We had to show Emma how to be a wild, fun-loving Airedale, until genetics kicked in and she easily amped up to the Terrier crazy we adore.
Personal Investment Takeaway: I may think I’m an orphaned, agentless, midlist Pug, but I’m really a bestselling lead Airedale, because I can adapt to changing situations and markets and learn new skills that improve my outlook.
Emma is now righteously all Airedale, but with a couple of behavioral anomalies, such as unusual self-restraint. Airedales are creatures of RIGHT NOW. If able to get at a fifty pound bag of kibble, most Airedales will gobble it down with no thought for tomorrow or a trip to the vet, should it survive its awesome gorging. However, when left on her own with the Costco size box of dog cookies in the pantry, Emma will extract only one, carry it to the family room carpet and carefully chew it. When it’s gone and she’s cleaned up the crumbs, she will return for another and take only one at a time out of the huge box brimming with goodies until the door is closed.
Personal Investment Takeaway: In a world of unlimited kibble, Emma the Airedale shows me that it’s possible to trust myself and the future and still enjoy the treats of RIGHT NOW until the door closes and another one opens.
Abandoned in puppyhood, Emma was homeless at times, abused, hungry and bounced from shelter to foster to shelter. Hers is a very frightening and turbulent past with the potential to make her a vicious and predatory animal. Happily for us and despite her terrible history, Emma is sweet and loving with a very soft mouth. She is also incredibly dogged (sorry) in getting what she wants and needs. She doesn’t growl , bare teeth, or raise hackles when she wants to share my piece of Costco roasted chicken, also known as Airedale crack. Emma ignores orders to stop or get away and keeps eyes on the prize as she inches ever closer until her nose is practically in my plate. Because she’s suddenly deaf I resort to trying to gently push her away, but she screws eyes closed and ducks out of reach as if expecting a beating, which makes me sad. Not Emma, though, as she quietly comes right back to try again and again until she scores the drumstick because she’s damn-the-torpedos-chicken-ahead tenacious instead of whining or biting the hand that feeds her.
Personal Investment Takeaway: No matter how mistreated I may have been in the past, if I focus on what I want despite the people or circumstances trying to push me away and I keep going for it, I’ll get the succulent chicken.
There! My head is completely out of the dark, grisly bear zone after this lovely bit of self-investment blogging on my birthday. Now I’m ready to charge hard on my WIP in which an Airedale has just appeared. And I realize that crazy, courageous Airedales seem to turn up in all my stories to help the hero and heroine. Wonder what that means . . .